Three hours later.

I was in a red polka-dot sundress that reached my knee and a pair of black slip-on I found in the wardrobe, which was the perfect match. I figured Aaron had gotten them for me because they fit so well. My curly hair I made into a ponytail, and once done, I stared at myself in the dressing mirror one last time to make sure I looked okay. I did, and now I was waiting for Aaron to call for me.

Leaving gave me a bittersweet feeling. Bitter because it meant I wouldn’t have the Harts around me anymore, especially Aaron, and sweet because this was what...